I smile back. She’s nice.
“What size are you?”
I look up to the clothes hanging perfectly on the rack and I blow out a breath. “I don’t know.”
“Undress and put this on.” She hands me the cream, sheer, small organza top, and I stare down at it.
“I don’t think I can do this…” I sigh.
“Sure you can.” She hands me a pair of skimpy leather shorts and I glance around, looking for a change room.
“Just dress here darling, I’ve seen it all.”
Oh man. Okay. I slide my leather skirt down my legs and stand before her in my lace panties before I slide the short hot pants up and into place. I turn and glance at my behind in the mirror. “Oh jeez. These are skimpy.”
“That’s the plan, love.” She laughs. “Take your top off.”
I close my eyes. I can’t believe I’m taking my clothes off in front of this woman. I glance around nervously and slide my leather, lace up top off over my shoulders. I stand before her, topless and vulnerable. No other woman has ever seen my boobs before. Not even my mom, I don’t think.
She smiles. “You are lovely and have nothing to be ashamed of.” She hands the top to me and I take it, sliding it on. It’s so short that the bottom of my breasts are peeking out from underneath it. She straightens my wig and passes me a lip-gloss. I turn to the mirror and reapply.
I blow out a breath.
“Any man would be lucky to lay eyes on you in that,” She says softly.
I smirk.
“Go out there and show him what he can’t have.”
I grin. I needed to hear that. “Wish me luck.”
“Good luck.”
I walk out the door and into the alcove where three bouncers wait. My friend Matt is there and he turns to face me. “Hey.” He smiles as his eyes scan my scantily dressed body. “Look at you.”
I cringe. “Oh God. Do I look okay?” I whisper.
“You look fucking hot.”
I smile, grateful.
“You dancing tonight, babe?” he asks.
I nod. “Just one.”
“Let’s go.” He gestures to the door.
“Huh?” I frown.
“I will come with you. You won’t be anywhere alone out there.”
“Oh.” My eyes widen in horror. Oh no, he can’t watch me. I’ll get stage fright.
“Matt, can you do me a favor?”
“What’s that?”
“Can you just watch me from over near the wall. I won’t be able to do it if I see you right there.”
He smiles and nods before we walk out into the club. The lights are dimmed, and scantily dressed girls weave between the mass of powerful men. The mood in the room is sexy. It’s forbidden desire at its best. How many of these men are married, here to quench their thirst for new flesh?
I look over and I see Cameron. Wearing his expensive suit, he is seated in the large, leather chair, drink in his hand as he waits for his own pound of flesh. His dark hair is wavy on top and he has a growth shadow over his square jaw.
I slowly walk over to stand in front of him. His eyes rise to meet mine and a sexy smile crosses his face.
He won.
“You wanted a lap dance, sir?”
He sits back and readjusts the obvious erection in his pants.
Fuck, he’s hot.
“I did,” he replies as his eyes hold mine and he slowly sips his drink.
I walk toward him and slowly drop to my knees between his legs, he inhales sharply.
“Your wish is my command,” I whisper.
His eyes are locked on mine and his jaw hangs slack. Electricity zaps between us.
“What do you want?” I breathe as my tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip.
His hungry eyes watch me. “You,” he whispers. “I want you.”
The music starts. Rude boy from Rihanna and I smirk. This song is very fitting.
Come here rude boy, boy,
Can you get it up?
Come here rude boy, boy,
Is you big enough?
Take it, take it.
Baby, baby.
I seductively slide my hands up his shins and rest them on his inner thighs to push his legs apart and pull him forward in his chair. He inhales sharply and places his drink down on the side table. His eyes never leave mine. I drop my head between his legs and blow hot air through his pants, onto his thigh. I hear him moan softly and I nip his thigh with my teeth. His hands instinctively go to the back of my head, and he holds me tenderly between his palms. My eyes close in pleasure.
This man…
I move my ass in time to the beat as I focus my attention on his hard cock, placing my mouth over it. His hand tightens on the back of my head.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispers.
I look up at him and smirk from my position between his legs. “My name is Ashley,” I whisper.
His eyes hold mine. His face falls as something changes between us. He brings his hand up and tenderly cups my cheek, and I turn my head to kiss the palm of his hand. Dear God.
What is this? What is this feeling between us?
I remember where I am and continue to move to the beat as I climb onto his lap. My knees rest on either side of his legs, my body only inches above his crotch. I lean closer so that my breasts are only inches away from his mouth, and arch my back.
“Fuck.” He growls as he reaches up and grabs my hips to slam me down onto his hard cock.
My head rolls back in pleasure and Matt suddenly appears out of nowhere. “Hands off,” he orders Cameron.
I put my hand up in a stop signal. “Go away, Matt,” I snap. I need Cameron to touch me.
Hell, I really need him to touch me.
Matt backs off to his corner and my attention goes back to the hard man beneath me. With his hands planted firmly on my hips, he drags me over his hard cock, and my body shudders in approval.
His eyes flicker with a dangerous level of arousal, and it’s all I can do not to slide my shorts to the side and mount him.
Fuck… I need this. He sways my hips and grinds me onto his hard body. His mouth opens and he takes my nipple between his teeth and bites down.
I shudder as an orgasm teeters dangerously close.
Holy fucking hell.
“Ride me,” he whispers. “Ride my cock.”
I circle my hips and begin to rock back and forth, round and round, and he grips my hips with a bruising strength.
His eyes search mine. “Kiss me,” he breathes.
I can’t help it. I know I’m not supposed to do this. Hell, he isn’t even allowed to touch me, but those are rules that I have no chance of obeying when I’m on top of him.
“Cameron,” I breathe as he rocks me back and forth. Holy fuck… I’m going to come.
His lips take mine, aggressively, passionately.
Perfectly.
His eyes are closed, his cock is hard, and this is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. We lose control and our kiss turns desperate as he grinds me harder and harder and hell… I can’t hold it. I shudder as an orgasm rips through me. Satisfaction flashes across his face, but it’s short lived as he pulls me down with pressure and I feel the telling jerk of his cock. His breath catches as his orgasm steals his ability to speak. We kiss and we pant until, finally, I can’t ignore where we are any longer. As my orgasm fog lifts, I look up to see I am in a club… and he is just another client. As if having the same epiphany as me, he pushes me off his lap and stands abruptly. His haunted eyes hold mine for an extended moment and then he strides toward the door. Oh God.
I hold my hand up to Matt, asking him to give me five minutes before I take off after Cameron. I catch him as he reaches his car in the parking lot, his back to me.
“Cameron.”
He turns. “Go back inside,” he growls.
“Cameron…”
“Get away from me, Ashley, before I fucking lose my shit with you.”
“Don’t be angry with me,” I plead.
“Don’t be angry with you!” he yells, outraged. “I have thought of nothing else but you all week, and then I find you here practically naked for other men after lying to me about where you’re supposed to be!”
“If you have thought of nothing else but me for the week, why are you here, Cameron?” I cry. “Are you here to have sex with somebody else while you think of me? Is that it? Is that how your fucked up, high flying world works?”
He narrows his eyes in contempt.
“You don’t know what it’s like to struggle,” I cry.
“So you work in a brothel?” he yells.
My face falls in disappointment and my tears break free. I swipe them away angrily. “Don’t you dare judge me! I don’t have a castle and a two-hundred-thousand-dollar car like you. I can’t even pay my fucking phone bill this week, Cameron.”
His nostrils flare in anger and he points to his Aston Martin. “Get in the car.”
I frown. “What?” I glance back at the door across the road. “I can’t just leave, I’m in the middle of a shift.” I can’t leave. We’ve only kissed twice, and he may not even be around next week, and I will have no job.
“So help me God, if you don’t get in the fucking car…” he yells so loud that they could probably hear it in the next suburb.
“I will lose my job.”
“You will lose me if you don’t,” he yells.
“Cameron. Please…”
“Last chance.”
“Cameron,” I plead.
With one last look, he gets into his car and starts the engine. I step back as he revs the shit out of it before he tears off down the road.
I stand in the darkness, listening to his tires screeching in the distance.
“You alright, Ash?” Matt voice calls from across the road.